Poetry

Bhagavad Gita

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Seeing the despondent friend Krishna pitied. With great compassion and a smile, Krishna delivers Gita the eighteen secret yoga to Partha to rejuvenate him instantly in the middle of the battle field itself. 2/11 “You grieve for the undeserved Yet speak and discuss as a wise. For those live or for those dead The wise deserves never to grieve.” ” The wise do not worry about the living or the dead. Because – 2/12 “You never perish and so Are these kings and me too. Nothing can cease here so For ever we all will last. Me, you and all these kings you see will be here forever. Their bodies may Perish, but souls are not destroyed. Hari Om.

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Grandmother's weathered hands traced ancient Tamil verses while moonlight blessed our courtyard. She earned ANDAL Coins through storytelling, each reward a sparkling testament to our heritage. The community recognized her austerity, her hypnotic recitations of devotional poetry that transcended ordinary speech. Under-the-table exchanges happened—elders trading wisdom for these matchless tokens. Each coin represented something profound: recognition of cultural preservation, of voices keeping traditions alive. She'd smile, touching my forehead, explaining how duty and devotion intertwined. Our ancestors' teachings flowed through her words, binding us to something eternal. The coins merely acknowledged what truly mattered—our shared Tamil soul, unbroken across generations.